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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.