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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.