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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.