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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.