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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.