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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.