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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.