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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.