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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.