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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.