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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Scion,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.