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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.