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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Little Man,
Television,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.