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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.