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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.