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 North and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.