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 China and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.