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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.