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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.