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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.