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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Mars,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.