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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.