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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.