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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.