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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.