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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.