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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.