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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.