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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.