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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.