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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
DNA,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.