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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.