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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Quantec,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.