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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.