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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Qualms,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.