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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.