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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.