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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.