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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.