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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.