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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.