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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.