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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.