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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.