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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.