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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.