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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.