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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.