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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Scientists,
Wings,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.