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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.