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 Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.