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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Pole,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.