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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.