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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.