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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.