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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Technova,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.