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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Wire,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.