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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.