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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.