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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.