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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.