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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.