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 Cuba and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.