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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.