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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.