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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.