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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.