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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.