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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.