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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.