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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.