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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.