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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.