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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.