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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.