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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.