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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.