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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
JFA,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.