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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.