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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.