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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.