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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.