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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.