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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.