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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.