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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.