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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.