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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.