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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Organ,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.