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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.