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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.