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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.