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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.