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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.