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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.