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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fatback Band 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
New Order,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.