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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.