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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Visage,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
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.