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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.