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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
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.