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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.