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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.