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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.