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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.