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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.