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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.