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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.