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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.