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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.