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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.