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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.