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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.