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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.