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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Japan,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.