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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.