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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.