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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.