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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.