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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.