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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.