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 Honduras and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.