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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.