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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.