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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
a-ha,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.