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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.