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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.