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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 808 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.