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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.