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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.