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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.