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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.