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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.