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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.