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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.