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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.