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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.