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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.