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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Wings,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.