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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.