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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Saints 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.