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 Laos and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.