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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.