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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Wells 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.