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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.