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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.