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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.