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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.