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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.