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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.