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 France and from Tehran.
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 Spokane and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.