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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Residents,
cv313,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.