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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.