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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.