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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Can,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Aswad,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.