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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.