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 Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.