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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Technova,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.