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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.