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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.