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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.