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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.