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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Can,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.