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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Faust,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.