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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.