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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.