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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.