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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Index,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Names,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.