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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.