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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.