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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.