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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.