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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.