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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.