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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.