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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.