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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.