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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.