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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.