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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.