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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.