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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.