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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.