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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.