Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.