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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.