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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.