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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.