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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.