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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.