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 North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.