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 Comoros 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.