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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.