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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Television,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.