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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.