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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.