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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.