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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.