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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.