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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.