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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Moebius,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.