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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.