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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.