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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.