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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.