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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Gong,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Index,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.