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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.