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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.