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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Gun Club 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Fear,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.