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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Can,
Wire,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.