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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.