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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.