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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.