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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.