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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.