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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.