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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.