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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Q65,
Slave,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.