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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.