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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Sonics 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.