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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.