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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Wings,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.