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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 Donald Byrd 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Nico,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.