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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.