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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Gong,
Nico,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.