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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.