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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.