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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.