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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.