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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.