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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Music Machine to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.