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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 Lille and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.