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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.