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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.