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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.