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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Pole,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.