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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.