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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.