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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.