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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Chrome,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.