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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.