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 Latvia and from New York.
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 Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
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.