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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.