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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Motorama,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.