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 Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Inner City,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.