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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.