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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.