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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.