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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.