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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.