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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.