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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.