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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.