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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.