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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.