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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.