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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.