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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Television,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.