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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.