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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.