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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.