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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.