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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.