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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.