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 Fiji 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.