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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.