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 Cameroon 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.