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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.