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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.