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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Enemy to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.