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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.