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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.