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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.