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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.