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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.