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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.