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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.