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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Wire,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.