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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.