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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.