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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.