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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
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.