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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.