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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.