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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.