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 Benin 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.