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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s 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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.