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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.