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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.