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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.