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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.