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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.