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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.