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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Pylon,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.