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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 X-102 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Associates,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.