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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.