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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Fear,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.