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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.