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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.