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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.