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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.