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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.