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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.