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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.