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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.