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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. 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 grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.