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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.