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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.