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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Index,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.