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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.