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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.