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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
OOIOO,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.