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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.