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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.