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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.