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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Cluster to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.