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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.