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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.