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 Lesotho 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.