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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Excepter 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.