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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.