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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.