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 Sri Lanka 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Technova,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.