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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.