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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.