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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.