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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.