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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.