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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.