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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.