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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.