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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.