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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.