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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Wells 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
DNA,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.