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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.