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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.