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 Albania 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Magma,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.