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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.