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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
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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.