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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.