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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.