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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.