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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.