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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.