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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Wings,
Section 25,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.