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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
10cc,
June Days,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.