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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Faust,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.