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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Nico,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.