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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.