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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.