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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.