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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.