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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.