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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.