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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.