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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.