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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Can,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
X-102,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.