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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.