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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.