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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
CMW,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Pole,
Nas,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.