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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.