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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.