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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.