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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.