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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.