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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.