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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.