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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.