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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.