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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.