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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.