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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Shoche,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.