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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
MDC,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.