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 France and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.