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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.