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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.