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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.