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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 H. Thieme 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.