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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.