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 Armenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.