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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Lalann,
Nas,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.