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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.