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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Ludus,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.