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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.