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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.