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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.