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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.