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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.