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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.