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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.