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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
The Martian,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.