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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.