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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.