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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.