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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.