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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.