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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.