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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.