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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.