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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.