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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.