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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Cure,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.