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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.