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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.