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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
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.