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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.