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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.