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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.