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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.