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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.