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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
cv313,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.