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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.