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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.