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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.