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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.