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 Honduras 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.