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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Rakim,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.