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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 Archie Shepp 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.