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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Can,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.