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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.