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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.