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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.