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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.