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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.