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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.