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 Somalia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.