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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.