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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.