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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Franke,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.