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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.