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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
X-102,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.