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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.