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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Organ,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.