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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.