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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.