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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.