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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Technova,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
MC5,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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.