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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.