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 France and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.