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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.