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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.