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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.