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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.