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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.