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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Wings,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.