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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.