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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.