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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ultra Naté 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
MDC,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.