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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.