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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.