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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.