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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Scion,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
AZ,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.