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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.