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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.