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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.