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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Brick,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.