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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.