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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.