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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.