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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Franke,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.