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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.