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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.