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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.