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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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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.