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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.