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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.