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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.