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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
X-101,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.