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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.