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 Togo and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.