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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.