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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.