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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.