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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.