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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Skatalites 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.