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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.