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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.