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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
X-102,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.