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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Fear,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.