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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.