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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
UT,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.