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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.