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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.