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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.