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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Crime,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.