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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Index,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.