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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
UT,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.