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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
The Index,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.