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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.