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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.