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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.