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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.