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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Television,
Pole,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.