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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.