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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.