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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.