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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.