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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Can,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.