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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Move,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.