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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.