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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.