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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.