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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.