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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Organ,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.