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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.