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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.