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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.