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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.