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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.