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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
AZ,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.