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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.