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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.