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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
cv313,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.